Lee was a rock ’em-sock ’em rhinestone cowboy. He was bold, brash and outgoing.
On our second date, there was no doubt about it, this guy was a big-time drinker. His drink du jour was a Moscow Mule and he consumed several in a very short period of time.
“Keep them coming, honey” was his advice to the cocktail waitress.
Given my background dealing with alcoholics, I gently slipped away -indicating I had spent way too much time with people who drink too much. Next.
Flash forward three years, and I run into my old friend, Lee. He was exuberant and thrilled to see me. He announced he had turned his life around and wanted to see me again.
He was very proud of himself- he said he had cutback his drinking dramatically.
I agreed to have dinner at his house Saturday night. When I arrived, he was opening a large box on the kitchen…
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